((GWG, just keep the thoughts uncolored and you'll be fine I think.))
((Tiruin, how did Feyri know Lyra's uniform was messed up without knowing that it's on fire? meh, w/e))
((As for if the suits are fireproof, as mentioned in my sig, you can coat them in molten metal and they'll pretty much just become stiff and turn you into a statue. they're almost totally fire-immune.))
"Oh-aw. That's just.."
Feyri made a and began to take off (her own) uniform, giving it to Lyra.
"Take mine. Shai, do you know where we can get other uniforms by the way?"
look at the offered uniform for three seconds, then slowly take it and set it on my shoulders, then look down at the rather large amount of fabric trailing down on the floor. ((Lyra is pretty tiny compared to Feyri))
shake my head horzontally twice, then hand the uniform back to Feyri.
"Nah, you keep it. We'll find a use for that later!"
look down at the uniform in my hands, mouth slightly open, for two seconds, then look back at Feyri for half a second, then back down at the uniform. Next spread it out over the floor and fold it up. Afterwards pick the folded uniform back up and look off to the right of Shai and Feyri.
"No marks are insignias, it seems to have nothing to identify it's creator at all for some reason. Also, the clothes are still burning, are these suits fireproof? Because I may have to put out that fire soon."
"Fire? Put it out! Who is stupid enough to cause a fire here?"
Grate points to Xan as he drags Kitten out of the burning room with his other hand.
"Xan, why did you just do that? Boredom is not a sufficient excuse!"
Turn and slowly back up to the hallway wall until I bump into it, holding the folded uniform against my chest with crossed arms. Look between Xan and Feyri over roughly three second intervals.